St. Patrick's Day in Ireland

This weekend was St. Patrick's Bank Holiday Weekend!!

But turns out that St. Patrick's Day in Ireland is much different than it is in the states.


Like when I mentioned to my host mom that people in the states eat corn beef and cabage to celebrate this day she went : "Ugh. The Irish never eat corn beef. It's disgusting. The English eat that, they love their processed meet. Traditional St. Patrick's dinner is lamb. Which I also hate. So we'll be having curry chips."


But besides lamb St. Patrick's day also means another thing. The invasion of the Americans. Seriously so many Americans. All enjoyed the tradition of getting wasted. So, if they weren't loud before they were now. I don't drink so I didn't indulge in this tradition.

I think there was a parade on. But I didn't go see it. After working at Disney I have this aversion to parades. Seeing one would probably send me in to post-Vietnam like flash backs. 

So I didn't see the parade or go drinking.

What I did on St. Patrick's day in Ireland.

Well, I was going to go to a YSA convention down in Limerick. That didn't happen.

So I went into the city and allowed myself to buy pretty things I have been denying myself. Earrings, new make-up ect.

Then Sunday I went to church, and mentally made fun of the Americans on the bus.

Today I went for a long walk. It was amazing. I felt like James Herriot with all the country lanes. Then I wrote content. Then I caught up on Once Upon a Time... which is pandering in my opinion. We had potato and leak soup for lunch in honor of my being accepted into Aberystwyt. Then I took a long nap. Then I watched more TV. Then started beta reading an amazing manuscript and read a bit of Harry Potter.

Also been day dreaming about my trip to London coming up... can't even contain my excitement.

Yeah I don't have a closing paragraph. Deal with it.